“And you, you can be mean
And I, I’ll drink all the time
‘Cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.”

Some days it is like traveling in separate cars on the same train.
Yes, we move in the same direction,
but our worlds do not seem to collide.

One word answers are the norm,
while hugging feels like a chore,
and the days are filled with spaces, often blank.

But this does not mean we have reached an end.
Although some nights you block my kisses,
there are others you invite them, endlessly.

When I spread, or turn over,
and we meet inside,
it still feels like we are heroes.

“Just for one day
We can be Heroes
For ever and ever
What d’you say?”